Lady luck – part 2

Then she bent her head down and started using her tongue to make damp patches on my briefs. One big damp patch really, all up and down my shaft as she bobbed it around and nibbled at the top of it. Nothing at all that you’d notice really, apart maybe from that one hundred per cent perfect ass my eyes accidentally fastened onto somehow. Maybe because Chloe was swaying it gently from side to side like the head of a snake beguiling its prey.

“Uh, Ms Doofer … you can take those briefs off me anytime you like.”

Her voice was on the edge of laughter: “Are you sure you don’t mind showing me this great big prick of yours ?”

“No, that’s OK, Ms Doofer. It’s a necessary part of the service. If you don’t do it I can’t make the agreed delivery.”

“You mean I’ve got to do it or I’m breaking a contract?”

“That’s right, Ms. It’s against the law for you not to strip me of. You wouldn’t wanted to be cited for contempt of court, would you?”

“Oh no, I wouldn’t want that to happen to me. I’d better get them off straightaway, hadn’t I, Mr Donkydick?”

“I guess so, Ms Dooferatickle.”

Cloe laughed again and clawed down my briefs in no time squared.

“Gracious me, you’re in exactly the same state as my boss always is when I undress him. You’re surely not going to put me across my desk and fuck me with that monster like he would now?”

“Of course not, Ms Doofer. I’m not like your boss, I’m a gentleman. I’m going to make you suck my cock and then I’m going to fuck you.”

Chloe stuck an attitude like a schoolgirl getting an unfair punishment: “Oh, sir, but I couldn’t do anything like that with you watching me — I’d be too shy.”

“Alright then, I’ll keep my eyes closed while you’re doing it.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

“OK then, but if I catch you peeking I’ll stop.”

Now that was a challenge I hadn’t expected and I wished I’d kept my big mouth shut so I could have kept my eyelids open. Still, it’d be kind of interesting to see how long I’d be to resist the temptation of watching Chloe blowing me. Maybe the situation had the makings of a great new party game.

“Eyes tight shut,” I told her and waited.

But not for long: her hand was on me with seconds, gently tugging at my length as if making sure it was securely anchored.

“These things are beautiful — they’re too good to be wasted on men.”

It was my turn to chuckle.

“Well, it’s true. I’d love to take one home for a pet but you have to take a man along as well as part of the deal — it’s not fair.”

“Perhaps we could get something done with genetic engineering,” I said. “But imagine all those woman taking their pet cocks for walks through Central Park.”

Cleo sniggered: “At least we’d finally have them where they belonged — on leashes.”

“I’d prefer to think of it as a plant,” I told her. “And it needs to be well watered if it’s to keep on growing.”

“OK, OK, back to the salt mines.”

God, but it was good having her lips around my cock and her tongue giving the best massage you can get this side of paradise. I really, really wanted to watch her doing that to me but it was too early to give up on the challenge. So I began playing out a little film sequence on the back of my eyelids. A scene with Piet and Chloe.

He was sitting in my office chair and Chloe was dressed as she had been when I walked in today. But now she was kneeling in front of the chair and doing to Piet exactly what she was doing to me now. Every time she bobbed her head down onto my cock I could imagine her doing the same for him: every lick I was getting I could imagine Piet getting — in my chair, in my office, from my girl. And I didn’t kid myself at all that Chloe wouldn’t give him just as good a head job as I was getting right now. The big son of a bitch was loving it, loving it! Leaning back and grinning as Chloe worked away on her knees at his cock as though he was some kind of a king …

My hand reached out to touch Chloe’s hair, to rest on her neck then pressing her face down to meet my upward thrusts. One of her hands matched my move, sliding up my chest to grip my shoulder, as though I might drift away otherwise.

I wondered if she had guessed what I was thinking about. She was sure smart enough: whatever, she was giving me a head pumping that would have kept the Titanic afloat. 

And I was directing another vivid film clip in my mind, a tiny fragment which kept looping around and around, with Chloe bent over the chair and Piet and I standing front and back as she sucked and wriggled between us. The only thing which changed was whether I was fucking her from behind as she sucked on Piet’s cock, or whether I was filling her mouth as Piet chopped her wood pile for her. And as I got closer and closer to coming the positions changed ever more frequently.

I knew I had to open my eyes again and quickly too, or it would all be over before it had even begun: the images of sharing Chloe with Piet were building up pressure inside my groin like a volcano getting ready to blow. I caught hold of her, lifted her up, turned round and pulled her down onto my lap.

Somehow I found myself fingering Chloe as though what I’d visualised had actually happened and she was a little slut who needed some rough handling. I suppose I was waiting for her to pull away from me.

It didn’t turn out that way though. Chloe pressed back against me and one of her arms clamped tightly around my neck as I forced her cunt open.

“Go on, Rand, go on!” She was blowing gusts of air out through her nose. I went deeper, faster, harder. She rode up and down on my fingers, her muscles sqeezing back against them as though I was waking a sleeping animal.

“Rand — now! I want it now!”

I was as far inside her as I could reach and trying to keep Chloe on my lap was like trying to keep a gaffed tune from wriggling off the hook and back into the sea.

“How?”

“Lie down and I’ll ride you, lover.”

“So that’s why you keep calling me Donkeydick.”

She had an outburst of giggles: “No, you fool, that was because of your face. Now get down there.”

“Aye, aye, skipper. Going down now.”

I stretched out on the carpet: “Conning tower’s ready for boarding and standing by to blow all tanks.”

Chloe laughed out loud and settled herself on me: “OK, chief, let’s make some waves here!”

What I really felt like was a racehorse which had just moved up from riding school to being ridden by an ace jockey. Every other girl who’d decided to throw her saddle over me had felt as heavy and awkward as a sack of potatoes. Chloe was light, she was little, she was lithe and lightning fast. 

I grabbed her hips and slam dunked her all the way up and down: my fantasies about young female gymnists were finally coming true. She moaned, her hair floating in swirling strands as she flicked her head backwards at the top of each ascent.

“Rand? I’ll get Piet for you — I will … ”

I didn’t want to hear this — I couldn’t stop myself from wanting to hear it.

“By screwing him?”

Even as I said the words I drove up into harder and further than on any other stroke. Chloe squealed: her arms lifted up, and it was obvious she was stroking those hard budding nipples.

“Just trying to be a good secretary, boss … ah!”

The scene I’d had in my mind before came flickering back into my mind’s eye again. “In here? In the office?”

“Sure. Bring him here, let him think I’m your secretary. All I need do is to get a chance to scratch my nails across the back of his hand and smile … mmm … He’ll call back, but the call won’t get as far as you.”

“And make a date?”

“No: I’ll tell him you won’t be in the office tomorrow, but maybe he should come around anyway to check out some files.”

“Why? Why that way?”

“He’s a guy — he won’t want to date me if he thinks he can fuck me on top of my own desk, especially with me being your secretary in your office. It’ll bring him running … ”

I nearly stopped in mid thrust; it was as if she’d been able to see into my mind and watch the scenes I’d been screening inside it. It made me feel stupid and that made me feel angry. It was time she had some of her smarts reamed out of instead of playing her own game on top of my cock.

Not that she needed to be coaxed down onto her knees and sprawled out on top of the couch. In fact she called out my name as I opened the cheeks of her ass to get at the welcome mat underneath them and deliver my calling card. Afterwards she bounced back at each stroke as if she was spring loaded.

“Randy! Randy! I love it!”

Which was nice to hear but I already knew it, because I didn’t need to be telepathic to know that Chloe’s cunt muscles were clamped around me like a oyster trying to hide its pearl.